Mortals Of The Doom Novels & Stories

The Camorra family refused to back down. The war escalated, shaking the Eldorian underworld to its core. Vincenzo led the strike himself, taking down their main hideout. When he stormed the villa, the Camorra family's elders were trying to flee through secret passages, but his men blocked every exit. "Vincenzo, don't go too far!" the lead elder barked, his bravado thin and trembling. "Aren't you afraid your family will fall with us?"

I mocked, "Does you pride hurts realizing that I am superior than you in many ways than one when I'm fully a demon?" Mortem is annoyed as he said, "I guess we won't find out because I'll be killing you now." "You just couldn't let that pride go, couldn't you?" I said, "You just had to be the best- number one." "What can I say? That's the original sin after all, Tate." Mortem said as he lunged at me using his pesky shadows to force me inside the death ring where instant death awaits for the defeated one. It's barbaric which is my father, Satan got rid of it during his reign but demons being demons, insisted we keep it.

Inside was a single object, bound in a frost-coated bark, etched with the golden spiral. It pulsed once in his hand and then went still. And the cathedral listened. Kieran opened the book and read out loud: “Those who read this book have already been damned. When you pass through those doors of how you so crave, it shall be your demise in the true self of you. For you shall see it, the thing that is everything.” Kieran gulped as he carried on reading.

“It’s like I don’t exist.” “That’s strange,” Molly muttered. “He was all control and dominance earlier. Now he’s acting like I’m invisible.” “That’s worse,” she replied. I sighed. “I don’t like him,” I said honestly. “I don’t like the way he looks at me. I don’t like the way he talks like he owns everything.” “But you signed,” Molly reminded gently. “I signed because of aunty,” I snapped, then softened. “I signed because I had no choice.” “You have to be careful,” she said seriously. “He sounds unpredictable.”

If this one failed, mankind would have to consider evacuating and searching for a new safe zone. After feeding the drug to Savannah, everyone held their breath and observed her. She still bared her bloody jaws and roared senselessly. Everyone's hearts slowly sank. Some scientists even started packing up files, ready to evacuate. Only I noticed Savannah's fingers slowly returning to their human shape. My heart nearly burst with emotion. For a moment, I forgot I was dead and shouted for everyone to wait. It was only when no one responded that I snapped to my senses and forced myself to calm down. I continued watching.

My arms are spread and my shirt open, and I hide my eyes. Since when is there so much light around me? It has to stop. I can't get used to this. I must continue to assume my role as a Don. I have to protect Santo, Matteo, and everybody. I have to make sure everyone is okay. I let my forearms slide over my eyes instead of my hands. This is a fucking disaster. I can still hear her voice saying my name. Fanculo! (Damn it*) I freeze as I listen to the door to my room suddenly open. I can hear the footsteps of my two little brothers entering and locking it behind them. I keep my forearms glued to my face, but I am pissed.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

Therefore, it is difficult for us to have children with each other. And for that very reason, the Evermore's leader, Brayanlynn (aka my dear father), came up with a solution fifteen millennia ago. What solution? Strictly train each Immortal until they reach the age of 20 (in our timeline). Then send them to the reality corresponding to each Immortal's destiny book. Alone. Without any external help. Only with their knowledge about this reality and the main story of their respective book of destiny. In an attempt to correct the story in the way we deem correct and to find our soul partner in the end.

Mrtyu leaned against the mirror wall, her ears to the surface, listening for any signals of humans on the other side, her hands in the mirror wall, feeling the vibration of her colleagues who she guessed were on the other side. Mrtyu was well aware that the mirror walls were soundproof. She couldn't be heard by anyone, so she moaned, "Oh, where is the exit door? Did Ron forget to construct the exit door? Aaron and my colleagues both departed. I believe I am the only one trapped in this maze. I'm such an idiot to chase him away. (She exhaled) I wish the dead merchant could lead me to exit."

"Yes, there are some who want money. Some who are just plain crazy. Some who like killing for the sake of it." I know where this is going. "And some who want to kill just because they hate non-humans?" She nods. "Yes. They're called purists." "So, the Silver Hunters have all these different factions within the group... And no one knows anything about them?" "Not until they're in your face." Alice stops walking. "Until it's too late." Ice fills my veins, and the wolf in the woods comes to mind. Was that a normal animal I saw? Or something else?